Песни придуманных миров - Ландскнехты
текст песни

The accustomed fight does not burn and does not plow:
There are enough other concerns.
Pour the mercenaries full of bowls!
They tomorrow - again hike!

He generously promised, this leader is ingenic,
Bought our blades.
He gave the oath of the unreamed of silica,
Rather, than the sun rays.

He said that in the morning under the screams of the Voronene
Covered arrows rounds,
And the city will fall right in the palm of hand,
Like a juicy rided fruit ...

There is a weak army and a pitiful ruler,
And muffled the wall,
And the Zlata in the treasury - at least a shovel isgut,
And do not drink wine!

We are there for Tractors with a health resort,
Tired of robbery
And nicely comforted cheerful beauties,
Remained without husbands! ..

... when we opened the gate before us,
We waited - they will lead a key
But the spears sparkled through the cloud of dust,
Like lightning because of clouds! ..

We are hobs in green herbs,
We broke the booms.
Us the leader of Inozn was sent to massacre
Hashing the way!

Laughed in the sky mighty gods,
Bloody to the game.
We all have fallen, without waiting for the sovereign,
But everyone fell like a hero!

For a long time we did not hold the panties in the detachment -
On that wide meadow
Of us, none asked for a mercy,
Nobody surrendered to the enemy!

Others comforted Widow Belogruda
Moved in bags of the treasury.
And we are under the goal with a dream
Which we sleep spring! ..

The death of fathers - not into science to boys:
Anyone with a fighter's pellery!
Rushed into the flame, not knowing that too
Behind will be the end.

Cruel fate like ours
Fall in his mortal hour ...
Pour the mercenaries full of bowls!
Let them come in memory of us!